When yet another curveball puts Andy and Lex's relationship into serious jeopardy, the stakes become higher than they've ever been, forcing the couple to fight not only for their love but also for their lives.
• - • - • - • - • - • - • - •
Life see...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"[So, you want me to steal a computer from Mr. Becker?]"
Understandably, Ana-Lucía was confused and wary. What we were asking of her was a lot.
I'd told her everything she needed to know, and she'd listened, eating the rest of her pastel and drinking half of her coffee. She'd listened attentively, and then had asked a few questions, to make sure she got it right. As we'd talked, I'd kept Lex in the loop, translating what was being exchanged so he could take part.
Luckily for us, the deli wasn't too busy. Four people had come in and out since we'd entered, and none of them had settled on the table next to ours. Having someone at ear's reach would have complicated an already tricky process.
"[The best thing would be to make a copy of its content, so Becker doesn't know the laptop has been compromised. Like I've said, we know it contains evidence of him abusing women. This man is a danger to society, and we want to take him down.]"
Although we hadn't mentioned any names, we'd told her about Lola's story and her experience with Becker. Ana-Lucía had been livid, shocked by the details of Becker's fucked up kinks, and while I had no way of being sure she believed us, something told me she wasn't entirely surprised by all of this. Working for the man himself, she must have heard some rumors.
"Tell her it'll be easier than it sounds," Lex suggested.
"[We'd make it as simple as possible for you,]" I explained to Ana-Lucía in Spanish. "[The last thing we want is to put you in danger. Becker has already hurt too many people as it is.]"
After a few seconds to think about it, she shook her head, adamant. "[I don't think I can help you. If it doesn't go well, they might take my green card away from me. It could be years until I can get a visa to come back.]"
"What is she saying?" Lex pressed.
"She's worried about her green card being taken away."
"That debunks the post Meera found, and he doesn't only hire illegal immigrants. Maybe Becker only focuses on his house employee's language skills, to make sure the walls don't have ears."
"Yes, that would make sense. Only employ people who don't speak English well enough to understand what's going on." I turned back to the woman, hoping I could make her change her mind. "[Ana-Lucía, I understand your worries. But we'd do everything we can to make sure nothing happens to you. You have our word.]"
"[You don't understand. It took us six years to come here. My husband is a U.S. citizen, but we met in Colombia and started our family there. When we decided to come to live here, he came back and then began the process to get us here one by one. Elena came first, and I stayed in Colombia with Santi. Then our son followed two years after that. I was the last one to arrive, not even a year ago. I can't take the risk of being sent back and losing my family.]"
